◈ Old Habits; Die Hard ◈

* Quiet morning, or night. Maybe even an afternoon, can't really tell with the permanent afterdark caused by the void, everything consumed by this eyestrain shade of purple. Well, as quiet as it can be in the Outskirts, atleast there doesn't seem to be any children nearby to make it louder.

* For whom is present? It doesn't matter, if stupidity was enough to pick Voidbreaker this early, go for it. But what does matter is that there still are gifts to collect. What are the gifts for? That's for you to decide!

* But before I elaborate any further in this starter, why don't you set the rest of the scenerie? What is our protagonist(s) doing?

Voidrix sat in one of the far corners of the intermission lobby with their back turned to their team, while they all squabbled over which enemy to pick. Their frustrated voices grated on their nerves, not that they'd openly admit it. 'How hard is it to pick..?' they thought silently, fingers grazing over the grass under them as their eye watched the purple, swirling hues of the void in front of them. The air was stale and cold, but at this point, 3 quarters into the 20 years they've been spawned, they were used to it. They overheard someone shout at someone else, before sighing loudly. This is why they did solo runs, nobody to weigh them down..

They were greeted with their teammates.. still arguing. They kept their distance from the others still.

Greater curses, hm?.. As expected at this level. Not great options. Of course, they we're biased, and would put their vote for Voidbreaker's curse once the group had shifted enough for them to do so. Anything to see their brother during work hours, apparently.

" Make up your mind already, Yeah? We don't rot any faster waiting here. "

They eventually snapped at the group, earning a few glares and scoffs. A sigh slipped from their lips.. This would be way more enjoyable if their friends were here, but alas.

* The reaction of the group to this curse being picked is for you to decide, but strangely, nobody seemed to have even voted for it. Odd. But no time to dwell! ♫ Now playing, Conga Line?

* Off to the void!

They let out a huff of something akin to relief as they followed the path, their hand scooping up the floating purple and silver tinted gifts as they went, putting them into their bag.

♫ Husk Spawn?

♫ AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!

[INFO] [!] Indicates Combat actions, these actions don't describe exactly what happens and can be modified by third parties, by doing thing such as Dodging, Blocking, Parrying, Countering, So on and so fourth. The following isn't exaaacclty a combat action, but just to let you know!

[!] Slamming down full-force, the poor survivor is then hit by 70 kilograms right onto his head, going forth at terminal velocity. It isn't exactly 70 kg, after all, more area less pressure, but sure does feel like an anvil feel hit his head.

"Holy sh--"

they coughed, scrabbling to their feet to try and move. Their head hurt like hell and a bit of pink blood dribbled down their forehead, but its not like they could just sit there like a duck, waiting to die. they stuffed the gift they had in their hand into their bag, quickly shuffling away from the cracked and crumbling platform as they wiped the small stream of blood off of their face.

* She coughs, grunting and placing her hand onto her forehead, holding in the headache caused by the fall. She looks around, able to see not much but a faint heat signal running away from her. Seems like she's got food already, nice. * Well, she is gonna take something from her bag and. . . Where is her bag. She glances side to side, and unlike him, remember to looks up. His pupils shriken, as he opens his arms and weaves side to side, before catching the bag.

* He sighes in relief, which is then followed by a squeak as a streetsign drops from the sky, stabbing the ground besides her. He squints his eyes, how convinient, Wait why is the sign repaired? Never- Nevermind. * She slings the duffelbag, picking up the sign off the ground and rushing forward, slamming her claws onto the ground for a first propellant before continuing on with her slouched stance.

They reached the top of the platform they were sprinting on, taking one more glance back before jumping off, a pearly white glider that had a blue shimmering hue materializing in their hand to allow them to cut through the air safely, despite their vision still swimming faintly from the bonk on the head. They prayed to god that thing couldn't fly or anything, or at LEAST decided to change targets.

* His eyes widden as the platform comes to an end, shoving his heel onto the ground and deaccelerating, slamming the sign against he marble to help, causing sparks to fly up. * She stares over the edge, grumbling at the sight of the survivor gliding away. . . Oh, she can definetly make that jump. Should he risk it however? . . . * He seems fat enough. And so she slings the sign back onto between her spikes and duffelbag.

[?] She slams, her claws onto the ground, streching out back and lifting up her tail, its figure becoming redder as a red gas starts to pour out. Leaving behind that unecessery weight. [!] And so, she swings forth, poucing across the air and flying, spinning once and opening up to slow down her fall, in other words. ♫ STAAALLLKKEERRR FLIIIPPPP

" AYE, A LITTLE HELP HERE!!! "

They shouted harshly to their team, their voice just cutting over the explosion of the icbm's. They got a few glances before someone they frequently saw in the lobby, rushed over and gestured for them to drop their glider.

They did so, letting go of the handle and allowing themselves to drop, their hands clutched around their bag, falling into the others arms.

" Holy Everlasting, "

The other commented as they set the Void down. The glider shortly turned to ash, crumbling beneath the creatures claws. Better make the trip quick if it didn’t want to fall into the endless pit below.. They could summon and get rid of that glider at will, hm?.. It seemed this little player had access to a small amount of magic..

" You okay? "

" Do I look okay?! "

" Wellll.. Actually, I'm.. not going to finish that sentence. Whatever the hell that thing is, just.. Avoid it as long as y'can, yeah? Wait at the beacon, we almost have all of the gifts collected. "

Voidrix nodded, the other sighing before taking back off in the other direction. They didn't bother looking back, sprinting as fast as their legs would take them to the beacon, just as its golden light shot up into the sky, flickering invitingly.

They prayed that teammate stayed safe in return for their kindness.

Voidrix repeated quietly to themselves. They knew they were being chased again, the charging footsteps behind them were a dead giveaway. At least that thing wasn’t trying to be quiet, that’d make their day 3x worse.. Their hope for themselves was holding on by a string, practically.

‘Breaker’s gonna kill me-‘ they thought. They knew how protective their brother was over them when it came to.. getting killed, and the like. They understood how he felt, since all they really had was each other at this point. They’d have to ask them if his boss let out any new entities or something, because whatever the hell this thing was, was scaring the living daylight out of them.

* He gazes upon the horizon, seeing the Survivor run and run, faster and faster in the distance, and who is she to deny a good chase. But she isn't the one to act like a brute doing it. * He kicks the carcass aside, starting to walk down the marble road, placing the bloody sign back on its sling. Slamming her claws against the floor, she weaves to the side, climbing down the side and getting underneath the floor.

* Quiet morning, or night. Maybe even an afternoon, can't really tell with the permanent afterdark caused by the void, everything consumed by this eyestrain shade of purple. Well, as quiet as it can be in the Outskirts, atleast there doesn't seem to be any children nearby to make it louder.

* For whom is present? It doesn't matter, if stupidity was enough to pick Voidbreaker this early, go for it. But what does matter is that there still are gifts to collect. What are the gifts for? That's for you to decide!

* But before I elaborate any further in this starter, why don't you set the rest of the scenerie? What is our protagonist(s) doing?

Voidrix sat in one of the far corners of the intermission lobby with their back turned to their team, while they all squabbled over which enemy to pick. Their frustrated voices grated on their nerves, not that they'd openly admit it. 'How hard is it to pick..?' they thought silently, fingers grazing over the grass under them as their eye watched the purple, swirling hues of the void in front of them. The air was stale and cold, but at this point, 3 quarters into the 20 years they've been spawned, they were used to it. They overheard someone shout at someone else, before sighing loudly. This is why they did solo runs, nobody to weigh them down..

They were greeted with their teammates.. still arguing. They kept their distance from the others still.

Greater curses, hm?.. As expected at this level. Not great options. Of course, they we're biased, and would put their vote for Voidbreaker's curse once the group had shifted enough for them to do so. Anything to see their brother during work hours, apparently.

" Make up your mind already, Yeah? We don't rot any faster waiting here. "

They eventually snapped at the group, earning a few glares and scoffs. A sigh slipped from their lips.. This would be way more enjoyable if their friends were here, but alas.

* The reaction of the group to this curse being picked is for you to decide, but strangely, nobody seemed to have even voted for it. Odd. But no time to dwell! ♫ Now playing, Conga Line?

* Off to the void!

They let out a huff of something akin to relief as they followed the path, their hand scooping up the floating purple and silver tinted gifts as they went, putting them into their bag.

♫ Husk Spawn?

♫ AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!

[INFO] [!] Indicates Combat actions, these actions don't describe exactly what happens and can be modified by third parties, by doing thing such as Dodging, Blocking, Parrying, Countering, So on and so fourth. The following isn't exaaacclty a combat action, but just to let you know!

[!] Slamming down full-force, the poor survivor is then hit by 70 kilograms right onto his head, going forth at terminal velocity. It isn't exactly 70 kg, after all, more area less pressure, but sure does feel like an anvil feel hit his head.

"Holy sh--"

they coughed, scrabbling to their feet to try and move. Their head hurt like hell and a bit of pink blood dribbled down their forehead, but its not like they could just sit there like a duck, waiting to die. they stuffed the gift they had in their hand into their bag, quickly shuffling away from the cracked and crumbling platform as they wiped the small stream of blood off of their face.

* She coughs, grunting and placing her hand onto her forehead, holding in the headache caused by the fall. She looks around, able to see not much but a faint heat signal running away from her. Seems like she's got food already, nice. * Well, she is gonna take something from her bag and. . . Where is her bag. She glances side to side, and unlike him, remember to looks up. His pupils shriken, as he opens his arms and weaves side to side, before catching the bag.

* He sighes in relief, which is then followed by a squeak as a streetsign drops from the sky, stabbing the ground besides her. He squints his eyes, how convinient, Wait why is the sign repaired? Never- Nevermind. * She slings the duffelbag, picking up the sign off the ground and rushing forward, slamming her claws onto the ground for a first propellant before continuing on with her slouched stance.

They reached the top of the platform they were sprinting on, taking one more glance back before jumping off, a pearly white glider that had a blue shimmering hue materializing in their hand to allow them to cut through the air safely, despite their vision still swimming faintly from the bonk on the head. They prayed to god that thing couldn't fly or anything, or at LEAST decided to change targets.

* His eyes widden as the platform comes to an end, shoving his heel onto the ground and deaccelerating, slamming the sign against he marble to help, causing sparks to fly up. * She stares over the edge, grumbling at the sight of the survivor gliding away. . . Oh, she can definetly make that jump. Should he risk it however? . . . * He seems fat enough. And so she slings the sign back onto between her spikes and duffelbag.

[?] She slams, her claws onto the ground, streching out back and lifting up her tail, its figure becoming redder as a red gas starts to pour out. Leaving behind that unecessery weight. [!] And so, she swings forth, poucing across the air and flying, spinning once and opening up to slow down her fall, in other words. ♫ STAAALLLKKEERRR FLIIIPPPP

" AYE, A LITTLE HELP HERE!!! "

They shouted harshly to their team, their voice just cutting over the explosion of the icbm's. They got a few glances before someone they frequently saw in the lobby, rushed over and gestured for them to drop their glider.

They did so, letting go of the handle and allowing themselves to drop, their hands clutched around their bag, falling into the others arms.

" Holy Everlasting, "

The other commented as they set the Void down. The glider shortly turned to ash, crumbling beneath the creatures claws. Better make the trip quick if it didn’t want to fall into the endless pit below.. They could summon and get rid of that glider at will, hm?.. It seemed this little player had access to a small amount of magic..

" You okay? "

" Do I look okay?! "

" Wellll.. Actually, I'm.. not going to finish that sentence. Whatever the hell that thing is, just.. Avoid it as long as y'can, yeah? Wait at the beacon, we almost have all of the gifts collected. "

Voidrix nodded, the other sighing before taking back off in the other direction. They didn't bother looking back, sprinting as fast as their legs would take them to the beacon, just as its golden light shot up into the sky, flickering invitingly.

They prayed that teammate stayed safe in return for their kindness.

* Quiet morning, or night. Maybe even an afternoon, can't really tell with the permanent afterdark caused by the void, everything consumed by this eyestrain shade of purple. Well, as quiet as it can be in the Outskirts, atleast there doesn't seem to be any children nearby to make it louder.

* For whom is present? It doesn't matter, if stupidity was enough to pick Voidbreaker this early, go for it. But what does matter is that there still are gifts to collect. What are the gifts for? That's for you to decide!

* But before I elaborate any further in this starter, why don't you set the rest of the scenerie? What is our protagonist(s) doing?

Voidrix sat in one of the far corners of the intermission lobby with their back turned to their team, while they all squabbled over which enemy to pick. Their frustrated voices grated on their nerves, not that they'd openly admit it. 'How hard is it to pick..?' they thought silently, fingers grazing over the grass under them as their eye watched the purple, swirling hues of the void in front of them. The air was stale and cold, but at this point, 3 quarters into the 20 years they've been spawned, they were used to it. They overheard someone shout at someone else, before sighing loudly. This is why they did solo runs, nobody to weigh them down..

They were greeted with their teammates.. still arguing. They kept their distance from the others still.

Greater curses, hm?.. As expected at this level. Not great options. Of course, they we're biased, and would put their vote for Voidbreaker's curse once the group had shifted enough for them to do so. Anything to see their brother during work hours, apparently.

" Make up your mind already, Yeah? We don't rot any faster waiting here. "

They eventually snapped at the group, earning a few glares and scoffs. A sigh slipped from their lips.. This would be way more enjoyable if their friends were here, but alas.

* The reaction of the group to this curse being picked is for you to decide, but strangely, nobody seemed to have even voted for it. Odd. But no time to dwell! ♫ Now playing, Conga Line?

* Off to the void!

They let out a huff of something akin to relief as they followed the path, their hand scooping up the floating purple and silver tinted gifts as they went, putting them into their bag.

♫ Husk Spawn?

♫ AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!

[INFO] [!] Indicates Combat actions, these actions don't describe exactly what happens and can be modified by third parties, by doing thing such as Dodging, Blocking, Parrying, Countering, So on and so fourth. The following isn't exaaacclty a combat action, but just to let you know!

[!] Slamming down full-force, the poor survivor is then hit by 70 kilograms right onto his head, going forth at terminal velocity. It isn't exactly 70 kg, after all, more area less pressure, but sure does feel like an anvil feel hit his head.

"Holy sh--"

they coughed, scrabbling to their feet to try and move. Their head hurt like hell and a bit of pink blood dribbled down their forehead, but its not like they could just sit there like a duck, waiting to die. they stuffed the gift they had in their hand into their bag, quickly shuffling away from the cracked and crumbling platform as they wiped the small stream of blood off of their face.

* She coughs, grunting and placing her hand onto her forehead, holding in the headache caused by the fall. She looks around, able to see not much but a faint heat signal running away from her. Seems like she's got food already, nice. * Well, she is gonna take something from her bag and. . . Where is her bag. She glances side to side, and unlike him, remember to looks up. His pupils shriken, as he opens his arms and weaves side to side, before catching the bag.

* He sighes in relief, which is then followed by a squeak as a streetsign drops from the sky, stabbing the ground besides her. He squints his eyes, how convinient, Wait why is the sign repaired? Never- Nevermind. * She slings the duffelbag, picking up the sign off the ground and rushing forward, slamming her claws onto the ground for a first propellant before continuing on with her slouched stance.

They reached the top of the platform they were sprinting on, taking one more glance back before jumping off, a pearly white glider that had a blue shimmering hue materializing in their hand to allow them to cut through the air safely, despite their vision still swimming faintly from the bonk on the head. They prayed to god that thing couldn't fly or anything, or at LEAST decided to change targets.

* His eyes widden as the platform comes to an end, shoving his heel onto the ground and deaccelerating, slamming the sign against he marble to help, causing sparks to fly up. * She stares over the edge, grumbling at the sight of the survivor gliding away. . . Oh, she can definetly make that jump. Should he risk it however? . . . * He seems fat enough. And so she slings the sign back onto between her spikes and duffelbag.

[?] She slams, her claws onto the ground, streching out back and lifting up her tail, its figure becoming redder as a red gas starts to pour out. Leaving behind that unecessery weight. [!] And so, she swings forth, poucing across the air and flying, spinning once and opening up to slow down her fall, in other words. ♫ STAAALLLKKEERRR FLIIIPPPP

* Quiet morning, or night. Maybe even an afternoon, can't really tell with the permanent afterdark caused by the void, everything consumed by this eyestrain shade of purple. Well, as quiet as it can be in the Outskirts, atleast there doesn't seem to be any children nearby to make it louder.

* For whom is present? It doesn't matter, if stupidity was enough to pick Voidbreaker this early, go for it. But what does matter is that there still are gifts to collect. What are the gifts for? That's for you to decide!

* But before I elaborate any further in this starter, why don't you set the rest of the scenerie? What is our protagonist(s) doing?

Voidrix sat in one of the far corners of the intermission lobby with their back turned to their team, while they all squabbled over which enemy to pick. Their frustrated voices grated on their nerves, not that they'd openly admit it. 'How hard is it to pick..?' they thought silently, fingers grazing over the grass under them as their eye watched the purple, swirling hues of the void in front of them. The air was stale and cold, but at this point, 3 quarters into the 20 years they've been spawned, they were used to it. They overheard someone shout at someone else, before sighing loudly. This is why they did solo runs, nobody to weigh them down..

They were greeted with their teammates.. still arguing. They kept their distance from the others still.

Greater curses, hm?.. As expected at this level. Not great options. Of course, they we're biased, and would put their vote for Voidbreaker's curse once the group had shifted enough for them to do so. Anything to see their brother during work hours, apparently.

" Make up your mind already, Yeah? We don't rot any faster waiting here. "

They eventually snapped at the group, earning a few glares and scoffs. A sigh slipped from their lips.. This would be way more enjoyable if their friends were here, but alas.

* The reaction of the group to this curse being picked is for you to decide, but strangely, nobody seemed to have even voted for it. Odd. But no time to dwell! ♫ Now playing, Conga Line?

* Off to the void!

They let out a huff of something akin to relief as they followed the path, their hand scooping up the floating purple and silver tinted gifts as they went, putting them into their bag.

♫ Husk Spawn?

♫ AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!

[INFO] [!] Indicates Combat actions, these actions don't describe exactly what happens and can be modified by third parties, by doing thing such as Dodging, Blocking, Parrying, Countering, So on and so fourth. The following isn't exaaacclty a combat action, but just to let you know!

[!] Slamming down full-force, the poor survivor is then hit by 70 kilograms right onto his head, going forth at terminal velocity. It isn't exactly 70 kg, after all, more area less pressure, but sure does feel like an anvil feel hit his head.

"Holy sh--"

they coughed, scrabbling to their feet to try and move. Their head hurt like hell and a bit of pink blood dribbled down their forehead, but its not like they could just sit there like a duck, waiting to die. they stuffed the gift they had in their hand into their bag, quickly shuffling away from the cracked and crumbling platform as they wiped the small stream of blood off of their face.

* She coughs, grunting and placing her hand onto her forehead, holding in the headache caused by the fall. She looks around, able to see not much but a faint heat signal running away from her. Seems like she's got food already, nice. * Well, she is gonna take something from her bag and. . . Where is her bag. She glances side to side, and unlike him, remember to looks up. His pupils shriken, as he opens his arms and weaves side to side, before catching the bag.

* He sighes in relief, which is then followed by a squeak as a streetsign drops from the sky, stabbing the ground besides her. He squints his eyes, how convinient, Wait why is the sign repaired? Never- Nevermind. * She slings the duffelbag, picking up the sign off the ground and rushing forward, slamming her claws onto the ground for a first propellant before continuing on with her slouched stance.

* Quiet morning, or night. Maybe even an afternoon, can't really tell with the permanent afterdark caused by the void, everything consumed by this eyestrain shade of purple. Well, as quiet as it can be in the Outskirts, atleast there doesn't seem to be any children nearby to make it louder.

* For whom is present? It doesn't matter, if stupidity was enough to pick Voidbreaker this early, go for it. But what does matter is that there still are gifts to collect. What are the gifts for? That's for you to decide!

* But before I elaborate any further in this starter, why don't you set the rest of the scenerie? What is our protagonist(s) doing?

Voidrix sat in one of the far corners of the intermission lobby with their back turned to their team, while they all squabbled over which enemy to pick. Their frustrated voices grated on their nerves, not that they'd openly admit it. 'How hard is it to pick..?' they thought silently, fingers grazing over the grass under them as their eye watched the purple, swirling hues of the void in front of them. The air was stale and cold, but at this point, 3 quarters into the 20 years they've been spawned, they were used to it. They overheard someone shout at someone else, before sighing loudly. This is why they did solo runs, nobody to weigh them down..

They were greeted with their teammates.. still arguing. They kept their distance from the others still.

Greater curses, hm?.. As expected at this level. Not great options. Of course, they we're biased, and would put their vote for Voidbreaker's curse once the group had shifted enough for them to do so. Anything to see their brother during work hours, apparently.

" Make up your mind already, Yeah? We don't rot any faster waiting here. "

They eventually snapped at the group, earning a few glares and scoffs. A sigh slipped from their lips.. This would be way more enjoyable if their friends were here, but alas.

* The reaction of the group to this curse being picked is for you to decide, but strangely, nobody seemed to have even voted for it. Odd. But no time to dwell! ♫ Now playing, Conga Line?

* Off to the void!

They let out a huff of something akin to relief as they followed the path, their hand scooping up the floating purple and silver tinted gifts as they went, putting them into their bag.

♫ Husk Spawn?

♫ AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!

[INFO] [!] Indicates Combat actions, these actions don't describe exactly what happens and can be modified by third parties, by doing thing such as Dodging, Blocking, Parrying, Countering, So on and so fourth. The following isn't exaaacclty a combat action, but just to let you know!

[!] Slamming down full-force, the poor survivor is then hit by 70 kilograms right onto his head, going forth at terminal velocity. It isn't exactly 70 kg, after all, more area less pressure, but sure does feel like an anvil feel hit his head.

* Quiet morning, or night. Maybe even an afternoon, can't really tell with the permanent afterdark caused by the void, everything consumed by this eyestrain shade of purple. Well, as quiet as it can be in the Outskirts, atleast there doesn't seem to be any children nearby to make it louder.

* For whom is present? It doesn't matter, if stupidity was enough to pick Voidbreaker this early, go for it. But what does matter is that there still are gifts to collect. What are the gifts for? That's for you to decide!

* But before I elaborate any further in this starter, why don't you set the rest of the scenerie? What is our protagonist(s) doing?

Voidrix sat in one of the far corners of the intermission lobby with their back turned to their team, while they all squabbled over which enemy to pick. Their frustrated voices grated on their nerves, not that they'd openly admit it. 'How hard is it to pick..?' they thought silently, fingers grazing over the grass under them as their eye watched the purple, swirling hues of the void in front of them. The air was stale and cold, but at this point, 3 quarters into the 20 years they've been spawned, they were used to it. They overheard someone shout at someone else, before sighing loudly. This is why they did solo runs, nobody to weigh them down..

They were greeted with their teammates.. still arguing. They kept their distance from the others still.

Greater curses, hm?.. As expected at this level. Not great options. Of course, they we're biased, and would put their vote for Voidbreaker's curse once the group had shifted enough for them to do so. Anything to see their brother during work hours, apparently.

" Make up your mind already, Yeah? We don't rot any faster waiting here. "

They eventually snapped at the group, earning a few glares and scoffs. A sigh slipped from their lips.. This would be way more enjoyable if their friends were here, but alas.

* The reaction of the group to this curse being picked is for you to decide, but strangely, nobody seemed to have even voted for it. Odd. But no time to dwell! ♫ Now playing, Conga Line?

* Off to the void!

They let out a huff of something akin to relief as they followed the path, their hand scooping up the floating purple and silver tinted gifts as they went, putting them into their bag.

♫ Husk Spawn?

* Quiet morning, or night. Maybe even an afternoon, can't really tell with the permanent afterdark caused by the void, everything consumed by this eyestrain shade of purple. Well, as quiet as it can be in the Outskirts, atleast there doesn't seem to be any children nearby to make it louder.

* For whom is present? It doesn't matter, if stupidity was enough to pick Voidbreaker this early, go for it. But what does matter is that there still are gifts to collect. What are the gifts for? That's for you to decide!

* But before I elaborate any further in this starter, why don't you set the rest of the scenerie? What is our protagonist(s) doing?

Voidrix sat in one of the far corners of the intermission lobby with their back turned to their team, while they all squabbled over which enemy to pick. Their frustrated voices grated on their nerves, not that they'd openly admit it. 'How hard is it to pick..?' they thought silently, fingers grazing over the grass under them as their eye watched the purple, swirling hues of the void in front of them. The air was stale and cold, but at this point, 3 quarters into the 20 years they've been spawned, they were used to it. They overheard someone shout at someone else, before sighing loudly. This is why they did solo runs, nobody to weigh them down..

They were greeted with their teammates.. still arguing. They kept their distance from the others still.

Greater curses, hm?.. As expected at this level. Not great options. Of course, they we're biased, and would put their vote for Voidbreaker's curse once the group had shifted enough for them to do so. Anything to see their brother during work hours, apparently.

" Make up your mind already, Yeah? We don't rot any faster waiting here. "

They eventually snapped at the group, earning a few glares and scoffs. A sigh slipped from their lips.. This would be way more enjoyable if their friends were here, but alas.

* The reaction of the group to this curse being picked is for you to decide, but strangely, nobody seemed to have even voted for it. Odd. But no time to dwell! ♫ Now playing, Conga Line?

* Off to the void!

* Quiet morning, or night. Maybe even an afternoon, can't really tell with the permanent afterdark caused by the void, everything consumed by this eyestrain shade of purple. Well, as quiet as it can be in the Outskirts, atleast there doesn't seem to be any children nearby to make it louder.

* For whom is present? It doesn't matter, if stupidity was enough to pick Voidbreaker this early, go for it. But what does matter is that there still are gifts to collect. What are the gifts for? That's for you to decide!

* But before I elaborate any further in this starter, why don't you set the rest of the scenerie? What is our protagonist(s) doing?

Voidrix sat in one of the far corners of the intermission lobby with their back turned to their team, while they all squabbled over which enemy to pick. Their frustrated voices grated on their nerves, not that they'd openly admit it. 'How hard is it to pick..?' they thought silently, fingers grazing over the grass under them as their eye watched the purple, swirling hues of the void in front of them. The air was stale and cold, but at this point, 3 quarters into the 20 years they've been spawned, they were used to it. They overheard someone shout at someone else, before sighing loudly. This is why they did solo runs, nobody to weigh them down..